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Pot Head Princess

Pot Head Princess

Dis’ ones’ a chant for me Pothead princess,
I want all of ya’ll to stand and pay as witness.
Dis man has fallen for an Empress,
I feel it in my heart, my mind and my conscious.
I would like to take a part in her life so me can just,
Play in her heart and fux with her conscious.
I don’t mean no harm after all she is me Empress
And above else no else got me interests.
A lot of woman around ask me why dat me no wife dem?
Me a tell ’em all ya can’t compare fe me wife
and as a matta of fact you na’ ready for me life!
When I got the weed then she’s’ got the sheet,
I like fe walk in’a de dark she got de light pan me streets,
Me life a brighten up from the moment our lips meet,
She like fe scratch on me back as I proceed fe go deep,
I hit it how she want it as I feel her curl her feet,
I want it every day but get it few times a week,
Yet again too much of a good ting make a grown man weak…
But,
Here still I stand just to complete her dreams,
In a movie about my life girl you’d play the lead,
Woman play in’a de movie in all de dope scenes,
Woman ya love is dope and I’m a dope fiend,
I promise to be your King, If you’ll be me Queen.
Dis’ ones’ a chant for me Pothead princess,
I want all of ya’ll to stand and pay witness.
Dis man has fallen for an Empress,
I feel it in my heart, my mind and my conscious.

Dis’ ones’ a chant for me Pothead princess,
I want all of ya’ll to stand and pay as witness.
Dis man has fallen for an Empress,
I feel it in my heart, my mind and my conscious.
I would like to take a part in her life so me can just,
Play in her heart and fux with her conscious.
I don’t mean no harm after all she is me Empress
And above else no else got me interests.
A lot of woman around ask me why dat me no wife dem?
Me a tell ’em all ya can’t compare fe me wife
and as a matta of fact you na’ ready for me life!
When I got the weed then she’s’ got the sheet,
I like fe walk in’a de dark she got de light pan me streets,
Me life a brighten up from the moment our lips meet,
She like fe scratch on me back as I proceed fe go deep,
I hit it how she want it as I feel her curl her feet,
I want it every day but get it few times a week,
Yet again too much of a good ting make a grown man weak…
But,
Here still I stand just to complete her dreams,
In a movie about my life girl you’d play the lead,
Woman play in’a de movie in all de dope scenes,
Woman ya love is dope and I’m a dope fiend,
I promise to be your King, If you’ll be me Queen.
Dis’ ones’ a chant for me Pothead princess,
I want all of ya’ll to stand and pay witness.
Dis man has fallen for an Empress,
I feel it in my heart, my mind and my conscious.

Kgotla Molefe

Featured Poem:

High Homage

Featured Poem:

High Homage

I want to take a ride and get high mo mokorong on the river Thamalakane ko re emang teng, fry fish and take a photo.
I want to walk along the Thuli block. Tip Toe on the border and peak over to the other side just to see what they got.
I want to go to New Xade No.2 to find out who made it new and how too, so I can come back Tlokweng and make a Posh…2.
I want to do a show ko Shoshong. Constructively collaborate with cultures and be like sho ! so this is how you do where you come from.
I want to go to Bokalaka. Bo Manyana, Domboshaba, Masunga and Tsamaya. It feels like home in the cold when the old folk tell stories by the fire.
I would love to roam the Kgalagadi in a 4×4 bucky with tents, friends, food and a TV crew behind me.
I want to touch the tomb of our 1st president out of respect; I was not born in his prime thus I want to connect with the powerful leader’s spiritual intellect.
I wish to visit the pans of Makgadikgadi, metsi a le teng e seng go le bofathi. I’d like to smile in the sun and be high with the seasonal flamingo catching 2nd hand kicks’ from my early morning swazi.
I want to go to Jwaneng , maybe Orapa or Letlhakeng . Akere gatwe ke gone ko ditaimane di tswang teng!
I’ve heard about Lobatse, Bandleng. I know I’m crazy so that’s the last place ko ke ka yang teng!
However, gatwe Kgatleng ke ko dintshang teng. One can toke trees with the chief’s, talk spiritual entities with the women dressed in reeds, Just don’t be nuisances otherwise we might end up ko kgotleng.
I want to run across the Ghanzi ridge. Take pictures from all angles on higher ground just to capture what Botswana really is.
I want to sleep in the caves ko Manyana, if not then ba tlaa mpolelela why ba gana.
Gatwe Mababe depression Chobe and the Delta are all in recession but we don’t need to mention monate wa di drinks’nyana , shisa’nyama and a dope poetry session.
I want to go up the Tsodilo hills with a tattoo artist and get rock paintings tatted on my skin as a representation to all men of how I am a rock within.
I want to weave a basket of weeds by the river banks of what once was a river leading to Namibia, such mystery and culture in work might remind one of textiles and times of Abyssinia.
I want to be in far places in Botswana under a Boabab tree and chill, taking note of the pote I toke, do like Baobabs and grow regally with time to learn to move high but remain grounded still.

I want to take a ride and get high mo mokorong on the river Thamalakane ko re emang teng, fry fish and take a photo.
I want to walk along the Thuli block. Tip Toe on the border and peak over to the other side just to see what they got.
I want to go to New Xade No.2 to find out who made it new and how too, so I can come back Tlokweng and make a Posh…2.
I want to do a show ko Shoshong. Constructively collaborate with cultures and be like sho ! so this is how you do where you come from.
I want to go to Bokalaka. Bo Manyana, Domboshaba, Masunga and Tsamaya. It feels like home in the cold when the old folk tell stories by the fire.
I would love to roam the Kgalagadi in a 4×4 bucky with tents, friends, food and a TV crew behind me.
I want to touch the tomb of our 1st president out of respect; I was not born in his prime thus I want to connect with the powerful leader’s spiritual intellect.
I wish to visit the pans of Makgadikgadi, metsi a le teng e seng go le bofathi. I’d like to smile in the sun and be high with the seasonal flamingo catching 2nd hand kicks’ from my early morning swazi.
I want to go to Jwaneng , maybe Orapa or Letlhakeng . Akere gatwe ke gone ko ditaimane di tswang teng!
I’ve heard about Lobatse, Bandleng. I know I’m crazy so that’s the last place ko ke ka yang teng!
However, gatwe Kgatleng ke ko dintshang teng. One can toke trees with the chief’s, talk spiritual entities with the women dressed in reeds, Just don’t be nuisances otherwise we might end up ko kgotleng.
I want to run across the Ghanzi ridge. Take pictures from all angles on higher ground just to capture what Botswana really is.
I want to sleep in the caves ko Manyana, if not then ba tlaa mpolelela why ba gana.
Gatwe Mababe depression Chobe and the Delta are all in recession but we don’t need to mention monate wa di drinks’nyana , shisa’nyama and a dope poetry session.
I want to go up the Tsodilo hills with a tattoo artist and get rock paintings tatted on my skin as a representation to all men of how I am a rock within.
I want to weave a basket of weeds by the river banks of what once was a river leading to Namibia, such mystery and culture in work might remind one of textiles and times of Abyssinia.
I want to be in far places in Botswana under a Boabab tree and chill, taking note of the pote I toke, do like Baobabs and grow regally with time to learn to move high but remain grounded still.

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Biography

Kgotla Molefe is a poet, dramatic artist and Philanthropist. In 2010 he co-founded Art of the Soul Organization, which is a youth based Arts NGO. In his career as an artist he has diligently crossed platforms from theatre to poetry stage working with organizations like Maitisong arts festival, Debswana, The US Embassy to Botswana and Aldo Brincat Productions to build communities through Art.

In future he intends to strategically develop the arts using his business savvy and artistic inclination to build both the Arts industry in Botswana and the people that live within it. Currently he is director at a local business consultancy and balances this with his arts career to develop himself as an all round artist and social entrepreneur.

Kgotla Molefe

Biography

Kgotla Molefe is a poet, dramatic artist and Philanthropist. In 2010 he co-founded Art of the Soul Organization, which is a youth based Arts NGO. In his career as an artist he has diligently crossed platforms from theatre to poetry stage working with organizations like Maitisong arts festival, Debswana, The US Embassy to Botswana and Aldo Brincat Productions to build communities through Art.

In future he intends to strategically develop the arts using his business savvy and artistic inclination to build both the Arts industry in Botswana and the people that live within it. Currently he is director at a local business consultancy and balances this with his arts career to develop himself as an all round artist and social entrepreneur.

Pot Head Princess

Pot Head Princess

Dis’ ones’ a chant for me Pothead princess,
I want all of ya’ll to stand and pay as witness.
Dis man has fallen for an Empress,
I feel it in my heart, my mind and my conscious.
I would like to take a part in her life so me can just,
Play in her heart and fux with her conscious.
I don’t mean no harm after all she is me Empress
And above else no else got me interests.
A lot of woman around ask me why dat me no wife dem?
Me a tell ’em all ya can’t compare fe me wife
and as a matta of fact you na’ ready for me life!
When I got the weed then she’s’ got the sheet,
I like fe walk in’a de dark she got de light pan me streets,
Me life a brighten up from the moment our lips meet,
She like fe scratch on me back as I proceed fe go deep,
I hit it how she want it as I feel her curl her feet,
I want it every day but get it few times a week,
Yet again too much of a good ting make a grown man weak…
But,
Here still I stand just to complete her dreams,
In a movie about my life girl you’d play the lead,
Woman play in’a de movie in all de dope scenes,
Woman ya love is dope and I’m a dope fiend,
I promise to be your King, If you’ll be me Queen.
Dis’ ones’ a chant for me Pothead princess,
I want all of ya’ll to stand and pay witness.
Dis man has fallen for an Empress,
I feel it in my heart, my mind and my conscious.

Dis’ ones’ a chant for me Pothead princess,
I want all of ya’ll to stand and pay as witness.
Dis man has fallen for an Empress,
I feel it in my heart, my mind and my conscious.
I would like to take a part in her life so me can just,
Play in her heart and fux with her conscious.
I don’t mean no harm after all she is me Empress
And above else no else got me interests.
A lot of woman around ask me why dat me no wife dem?
Me a tell ’em all ya can’t compare fe me wife
and as a matta of fact you na’ ready for me life!
When I got the weed then she’s’ got the sheet,
I like fe walk in’a de dark she got de light pan me streets,
Me life a brighten up from the moment our lips meet,
She like fe scratch on me back as I proceed fe go deep,
I hit it how she want it as I feel her curl her feet,
I want it every day but get it few times a week,
Yet again too much of a good ting make a grown man weak…
But,
Here still I stand just to complete her dreams,
In a movie about my life girl you’d play the lead,
Woman play in’a de movie in all de dope scenes,
Woman ya love is dope and I’m a dope fiend,
I promise to be your King, If you’ll be me Queen.
Dis’ ones’ a chant for me Pothead princess,
I want all of ya’ll to stand and pay witness.
Dis man has fallen for an Empress,
I feel it in my heart, my mind and my conscious.

Featured Poem:

High Homage

Featured Poem:

High Homage

I want to take a ride and get high mo mokorong on the river Thamalakane ko re emang teng, fry fish and take a photo.
I want to walk along the Thuli block. Tip Toe on the border and peak over to the other side just to see what they got.
I want to go to New Xade No.2 to find out who made it new and how too, so I can come back Tlokweng and make a Posh…2.
I want to do a show ko Shoshong. Constructively collaborate with cultures and be like sho ! so this is how you do where you come from.
I want to go to Bokalaka. Bo Manyana, Domboshaba, Masunga and Tsamaya. It feels like home in the cold when the old folk tell stories by the fire.
I would love to roam the Kgalagadi in a 4×4 bucky with tents, friends, food and a TV crew behind me.
I want to touch the tomb of our 1st president out of respect; I was not born in his prime thus I want to connect with the powerful leader’s spiritual intellect.
I wish to visit the pans of Makgadikgadi, metsi a le teng e seng go le bofathi. I’d like to smile in the sun and be high with the seasonal flamingo catching 2nd hand kicks’ from my early morning swazi.
I want to go to Jwaneng , maybe Orapa or Letlhakeng . Akere gatwe ke gone ko ditaimane di tswang teng!
I’ve heard about Lobatse, Bandleng. I know I’m crazy so that’s the last place ko ke ka yang teng!
However, gatwe Kgatleng ke ko dintshang teng. One can toke trees with the chief’s, talk spiritual entities with the women dressed in reeds, Just don’t be nuisances otherwise we might end up ko kgotleng.
I want to run across the Ghanzi ridge. Take pictures from all angles on higher ground just to capture what Botswana really is.
I want to sleep in the caves ko Manyana, if not then ba tlaa mpolelela why ba gana.
Gatwe Mababe depression Chobe and the Delta are all in recession but we don’t need to mention monate wa di drinks’nyana , shisa’nyama and a dope poetry session.
I want to go up the Tsodilo hills with a tattoo artist and get rock paintings tatted on my skin as a representation to all men of how I am a rock within.
I want to weave a basket of weeds by the river banks of what once was a river leading to Namibia, such mystery and culture in work might remind one of textiles and times of Abyssinia.
I want to be in far places in Botswana under a Boabab tree and chill, taking note of the pote I toke, do like Baobabs and grow regally with time to learn to move high but remain grounded still.

I want to take a ride and get high mo mokorong on the river Thamalakane ko re emang teng, fry fish and take a photo.
I want to walk along the Thuli block. Tip Toe on the border and peak over to the other side just to see what they got.
I want to go to New Xade No.2 to find out who made it new and how too, so I can come back Tlokweng and make a Posh…2.
I want to do a show ko Shoshong. Constructively collaborate with cultures and be like sho ! so this is how you do where you come from.
I want to go to Bokalaka. Bo Manyana, Domboshaba, Masunga and Tsamaya. It feels like home in the cold when the old folk tell stories by the fire.
I would love to roam the Kgalagadi in a 4×4 bucky with tents, friends, food and a TV crew behind me.
I want to touch the tomb of our 1st president out of respect; I was not born in his prime thus I want to connect with the powerful leader’s spiritual intellect.
I wish to visit the pans of Makgadikgadi, metsi a le teng e seng go le bofathi. I’d like to smile in the sun and be high with the seasonal flamingo catching 2nd hand kicks’ from my early morning swazi.
I want to go to Jwaneng , maybe Orapa or Letlhakeng . Akere gatwe ke gone ko ditaimane di tswang teng!
I’ve heard about Lobatse, Bandleng. I know I’m crazy so that’s the last place ko ke ka yang teng!
However, gatwe Kgatleng ke ko dintshang teng. One can toke trees with the chief’s, talk spiritual entities with the women dressed in reeds, Just don’t be nuisances otherwise we might end up ko kgotleng.
I want to run across the Ghanzi ridge. Take pictures from all angles on higher ground just to capture what Botswana really is.
I want to sleep in the caves ko Manyana, if not then ba tlaa mpolelela why ba gana.
Gatwe Mababe depression Chobe and the Delta are all in recession but we don’t need to mention monate wa di drinks’nyana , shisa’nyama and a dope poetry session.
I want to go up the Tsodilo hills with a tattoo artist and get rock paintings tatted on my skin as a representation to all men of how I am a rock within.
I want to weave a basket of weeds by the river banks of what once was a river leading to Namibia, such mystery and culture in work might remind one of textiles and times of Abyssinia.
I want to be in far places in Botswana under a Boabab tree and chill, taking note of the pote I toke, do like Baobabs and grow regally with time to learn to move high but remain grounded still.

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Pot Head Princess

Pot Head Princess

Dis’ ones’ a chant for me Pothead princess,
I want all of ya’ll to stand and pay as witness.
Dis man has fallen for an Empress,
I feel it in my heart, my mind and my conscious.
I would like to take a part in her life so me can just,
Play in her heart and fux with her conscious.
I don’t mean no harm after all she is me Empress
And above else no else got me interests.
A lot of woman around ask me why dat me no wife dem?
Me a tell ’em all ya can’t compare fe me wife
and as a matta of fact you na’ ready for me life!
When I got the weed then she’s’ got the sheet,
I like fe walk in’a de dark she got de light pan me streets,
Me life a brighten up from the moment our lips meet,
She like fe scratch on me back as I proceed fe go deep,
I hit it how she want it as I feel her curl her feet,
I want it every day but get it few times a week,
Yet again too much of a good ting make a grown man weak…
But,
Here still I stand just to complete her dreams,
In a movie about my life girl you’d play the lead,
Woman play in’a de movie in all de dope scenes,
Woman ya love is dope and I’m a dope fiend,
I promise to be your King, If you’ll be me Queen.
Dis’ ones’ a chant for me Pothead princess,
I want all of ya’ll to stand and pay witness.
Dis man has fallen for an Empress,
I feel it in my heart, my mind and my conscious.

Dis’ ones’ a chant for me Pothead princess,
I want all of ya’ll to stand and pay as witness.
Dis man has fallen for an Empress,
I feel it in my heart, my mind and my conscious.
I would like to take a part in her life so me can just,
Play in her heart and fux with her conscious.
I don’t mean no harm after all she is me Empress
And above else no else got me interests.
A lot of woman around ask me why dat me no wife dem?
Me a tell ’em all ya can’t compare fe me wife
and as a matta of fact you na’ ready for me life!
When I got the weed then she’s’ got the sheet,
I like fe walk in’a de dark she got de light pan me streets,
Me life a brighten up from the moment our lips meet,
She like fe scratch on me back as I proceed fe go deep,
I hit it how she want it as I feel her curl her feet,
I want it every day but get it few times a week,
Yet again too much of a good ting make a grown man weak…
But,
Here still I stand just to complete her dreams,
In a movie about my life girl you’d play the lead,
Woman play in’a de movie in all de dope scenes,
Woman ya love is dope and I’m a dope fiend,
I promise to be your King, If you’ll be me Queen.
Dis’ ones’ a chant for me Pothead princess,
I want all of ya’ll to stand and pay witness.
Dis man has fallen for an Empress,
I feel it in my heart, my mind and my conscious.